Never See You Again (Sergio and Maeve) novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312 

As Sharon and James were ushered into the basement, their faces were pale. Maeve barely glanced at Sharon, causing her to collapse in fear. 

“It wasn’t me… It wasn’t me,” Sharon stammered, frantically waving her hands. “Ms. Scott, we were forced… We had no choice…” 

Maeve stepped forward and seized Sharon’s jaw. Maeve’s eyes burned with an intensity Sharon had never seen before. 

“What did Uncle Phil ever do to deserve this? He’s always protected you since you married into the Scott family. He never hesitated to fulfill your every whim, even at the cost of his own dignity 

“He endured the ridicule of marrying a fallen actress, all for you–an ungrateful wretch!” 

Maeve shoved Sharon away, who fell to the ground, trembling and tearful. 

“If anything happens to Uncle Phil,” Maeve said coldly, “you and your precious son can spend the rest of your lives in prison.” 

“Ms. Scott!” Sharon pleaded, but Maeve’s attention was entirely focused on Philip. She couldn’t be bothered with Sharon. 

Zion ordered his men to move Philip out of the basement. He lowered his voice, saying, “I’ve already contacted the hospital. We’ll take him there now.” 

“He’ll be fine, right?” Maeve asked, her voice edged with worry. 

“I’ve checked his injuries. It’s minor, just surface wounds,” Zion replied, trying to reassure her. 

Hearing this, Maeve felt relief. She looked coldly at Sharon and James, who were still held on the floor. “Lock them in here. If Uncle Phil makes it back safely, they go free. If not ” 

Maeve’s implication was clear. 

Sharon’s face went ashen. “Marvel Do you want us to die here?!” 

Even if Philip survived, he would never forgive them. They would never leave this basement alive! 

Maeve silenced him with a swift kick 

“Maeve! You can’t treat us like this! This is our house! Who do you think you are?” James shouted, but Ma that sent him sprawling. 

Maeve pressed her high heels into James‘ chest, and he dared not move, fearing the sharp heel would pierce his flesh. 

“In Seathburn, power speaks. Didn’t your teachers in school teach you that?” 

James turned even paler, his face a twisted echo of Philip’s. 

Finally, Maeve withdrew her foot. “You two better pray that Uncle Phil comes back safe and sound. Pray that he shows mercy and lets you out. Otherwise, you can rot in here.” 

The basement had only a narrow ventilation shaft and no lights. It would be pitch dark once the door was closed. An hour in such a place could drive a person mad, let alone an entire night. 

Sharon dreaded it. If Philip didn’t return, there would be no light, water, or food. Maeve was ruthless and would not lift a finger to help them. They were doomed!